บท 413: Chapter 403: Miao Yin's Elegy

"As the sun sets and the mountains grow distant, the cold sky leaves the white houses in poverty, the barking of dogs by the firewood gate, and the wind and snow accompanying the returning man at night."

A heavy snowfall had struck Snow Wind City, the dark clouds hanging low, and the northern wind wailing.

Zhang Chi felt a slight sense of melancholy, standing alone in the pavilion, feeling that this scene deserved a poem to be recited.

Not that he couldn't write his own poems, but they were all lighthearted ones, so he decided not to recite them, and not to degrade his own dignity.

Hong Li came out from the inner room and praised, "The poem Master wrote is really good."

There was a reserved affection in her eyes, although subtle, Zhang Chi could still feel it.

No wonder it was him; finally he had subdued her.

It must be said, Hong Li was a fast-growing demoness, having been taught by Zhang Chi for many days, she also learned how to deal with him.

Caution was necessary.